Activities of Rue Palmer

translated by Will Kirkland

The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
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Life is so bitter, I can taste it

Life is so bitter, I can taste it on my tongue,
Like unsweetened tea in the heat of the sun.
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In the hush of winter's quiet breath,
Soft as the snow that settles deep,
The world wraps in a gentle rest,
And nature sinks to peaceful sleep.
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The trees whisper tales of the summer's end,
As autumn's breath begins to bend
The branches bare, the leaves set free,
To dance with the wind in wild revelry.
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Yellow leaves flutter down,
Soft whispers of a gentle sound,
A golden dance upon the breeze,
They drift like dreams among the trees.
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God, You hold my steps in steady grace,
Through winding paths, a sacred space.
Hold on deh God, this no look like me
For every step, I walk am loosing distance.
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A slice of pizza, warm and bright,
A triangle of pure delight,
With cheese that stretches, golden, wide,
And toppings stacked in layers of pride.The crust, a cradle, soft and firm,
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In halls where dreams and knowledge blend, Where gears of thought and time extend, The systems school, a realm of blight, Where minds programmed with pure manufactor. From circuits, codes, to networks vast, A future woven from the manufactoring of ghost, In every class, a spark anew, A world of wonders to pursue.Professors guide with employers hand, Through logic's maze, they help us stand, With every theorem, proof, and law, They teach us not just how, but awe how one day we would be employees.Together, students forge a path, Through algorithms' silent math, Collaborate, innovate, and learn, In every challenge, passions burn.Oh, systems school, where dreams take flight, Through you, we chase the endless night, With every problem, we devise, A step toward the skies we rise.In binary and data streams, We find the essence of our dreams, With knowledge vast, our minds set free, In systems, we find destiny.
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In the stillness after the storm, When the world holds its breath, A fragrance fills the air, Fresh and clean, beyond compare.Petrichor whispers secrets untold, Drops of heaven on parched earth, Nature's perfume, subtle and pure, Awakening senses, a tranquil allure.Leaves glisten, kissed by the rain, Each droplet a jewel, a tiny refrain, The sky weeps, then smiles anew, Life reborn, in every hue.So breathe deeply, let it surround, The essence of rain, profound, A symphony in the silent refrain, Smell the freshness of the rain.
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